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Chapter 1821 Mission Completed (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The brilliant gray light pierced into the deepest part of the white space, penetrating the core of the purple light.

This brilliance seemed to have been prepared all along, lying dormant, waiting for such an opportunity, such a clear positioning.

It descended from the sky with immense force!

boom--

Accompanied by a violent, trembling sound that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the world, the purple radiance was wiped out in an instant.

The vast white space seemed to have been torn open, revealing an empty void.

This void rapidly spread in all directions, completely engulfing the edges of the remaining, radiant array.

This entire white, boundless world began to collapse towards this void center.

A dazzling gray light swept across everything under the sky, sweeping away all obstacles.

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Irons

The purple light that enveloped the skeletal giant's body suddenly went out, like water being extinguished.

"How could this be?! The gods have abandoned me?!" The skeletal giant's eyes widened instantly, and he hissed, "Impossible! The gods wouldn't abandon me!!!"

He struggled to get up, to crawl off the ground.

This time, He Ao did not respond to him, but instead gripped the crimson blade in his hand and suddenly thrust it downwards.

In an instant, the sharp blade pierced through his massive skeletal body, through his chest, and through his soul.

A howling storm swept up from the earth and reached the sky.

"Impossible—God—don't abandon me—"

But at this moment, the skeletal giant did not utter a word. He simply struggled, reaching his hand towards the sky, trying to touch the remaining purple light.

Then he turned around and looked at the enormous throne standing in the distance.

In that instant, a surge of power erupted from his body, even breaking free from the blade thrust down by Heo, and he crawled toward the enormous skeletal throne.

Seeing this, He Ao simply released his grip, and the massive crimson blade shattered in the night.

He lowered his head and watched the skeletal giant rapidly crawling towards the throne.

At this moment, crimson light had already covered the huge skeleton, and countless fine cracks appeared on its surface.

But he seemed oblivious, continuing to crawl rapidly toward the throne.

As he crawled, the cracks on his body increased, and his body began to collapse at a visible speed.

More and more bone fragments fell from his body, spreading across the ground and forming a long road.

Soon, he passed through the gaps between the buildings and arrived before the enormous skeletal throne.

At this point, his legs had completely shattered, leaving only a small section of his upper body and two arms.

He used his two skeletal arms to support his body, dragging himself forward with difficulty.

Just before he could touch the throne, his two arms completely detached and shattered, and his ribs slid off one by one.

So he used his jawbone to slowly shove and thrash across the ground, crawling toward the towering throne of bones.

Finally, he touched the towering throne of bones.

Specks of purple light lit up on the throne, and the purple flames in his eyes also burned fiercely.

But in an instant, the purple light faded and fell into a dim silence.

The purple flames within the skull also dimmed completely at that moment.

"God—"

The mouth opened, and a murmured cry rang out.

The thunderous sound was now barely perceptible.

The purple flames in his eyes were extinguished completely at this moment, turning into a pitch-black void.

[Task Completed]

He walked up to the lonely skull and stared at its dim eye sockets.

puff--

A purplish-gray flame suddenly ignited in those dark eye sockets.

[Task evaluation and settlement in progress...]

[You will return to the original world in 90 seconds]

[Return immediately (90)]

The enormous skull flew into the sky, and the scattered bone fragments gathered together and attached to the skull, forming its body.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic skeleton reappeared in Heo's field of vision.

Talent Sequence 279: Skeleton Lord

The skeletal giant raised its head, its purple-gray flames flickering in its eye sockets, and stared at Heo.

Dense cracks had spread all over He Ao's body, which had indeed reached its limit.

The skeletal giant stared at Heo, took a step forward, touched Heo's body, and then merged with Heo's body.

Talent Sequence 275: Shepherd King
The Skeleton Giant's lifelong design, with the same person controlling these two talent sequences, has now come to fruition.

It was just in a way he hadn't anticipated.

Once the soul has been eroded to a certain extent, the target's soul can be instantly seized upon upon death.

This is why the Skeleton Giant didn't care whether Hawk lived or died.

He gazed at the towering skeletal throne before him, then turned to look around.

Amidst those towering buildings, beams of light still shine.

He knew that all these radiant lights were watching over this place.

At that moment, the void around He Ao suddenly trembled, and an old man leaning on a curved cane walked out of the void, raised his head, and looked at He Ao.

As the new underworld space collapsed, the space imprisoning Boris also collapsed.

The reason why the skeletal giant is so powerful is because a god stands behind him to support him.

After the power of the god was removed, he returned to his original position.

Boris stood in the void, raised his head, and gazed at Heo.

He did not attack He Ao; he was sealed in that void and seemed to know something.

He raised his head and looked at He Ao. After a brief pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "The underworld is not entirely useless to this world."

“Hmm.” Heo looked at Boris, nodded slightly, then turned around and sat on the skeletal throne.

The dazzling magic circle lit up the earth once again.

The towering skeletal throne began to sink.

At that moment, dazzling rays of light suddenly shone in the sky. They came from all parts of the city and, with terrifying power, rushed toward Heo, who sat on the throne.

At that moment, Boris, who was standing in the air, turned around, looked at the incoming light, and raised his curved cane. "Get lost!"

A sudden burst of intense light shot into the sky, forming a hemispherical barrier centered on his staff, enveloping the enormous skeletal throne and the magic array beneath it.

The light surging from all directions of the city was immediately deflected back by the barrier the moment it touched it, rushing back to its respective source.

A series of muffled thuds echoed across the ground.

However, He Ao had no time to pay attention to these things at the moment. His body had reached its limit, and the reconstructed Skeleton Monarch's body was inherently extremely fragile.

His hand rested on the armrest of the skeletal throne, channeling all his power to illuminate the magic array on the ground.

The ethereal divine consciousness constantly roamed within his body, consuming and offsetting the conflict between the two talent sequences.

At the same time, the ground beneath his feet began to rapidly become illusory, and the magnificent magic array, along with it, transformed into streaks of shimmering light.

Beneath that invisible barrier, the radiance began to sink rapidly, until it pierced through the earth, through time and space, through the deepest part of the world, and reached that vast expanse of white.

At the same time, a magnificent, silent city rose from below, supporting the fallen throne of bones and blocking the void at the very center of the white space.

The dense purple light, like rapidly extending roots, instantly spread out from the skeletal throne, piercing through the silent city and reaching the white, boundless space outside the city that was being swallowed by nothingness.

The moment these roots came into contact with this vast white space, they seemed to receive some kind of amplification, or rather, this space itself was prepared for these roots. Rays of light lit up within the space, welcoming the roots.

Almost instantly, the root system covered the entire white space, and the white space that was originally collapsing rapidly began to stabilize at this moment.

At this moment, those clusters of purple roots slowly disappeared, vanishing completely into the white light, as if they had never existed.

The figure sitting on the skeletal throne also fell completely still at this moment.

[Returning to the original world...]

Crimson butterflies fluttered between the cities, emerging from the magnificent urban landscape and traversing a world of white.

Although the person who built it all has fallen into silence, the world is still changing rapidly.

The white light began to layer between heaven and earth; the heavy and dim light descended and gradually transformed into the earth, while the clear and light light ascended and gradually transformed into the sky.

The moisture between heaven and earth gathers, turning into clouds in the sky and rivers on the earth.

A winding river descends from the sky onto the earth, flowing slowly along the edge of the land.

Blurry figures emerged from the radiance, stepping onto the earth. Their bodies solidified with the power of the earth, transforming into flesh-and-blood figures.

And in the heavens above this world, the place where the throne fell was completely sealed off along with all these changes.

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Irons

Boris put away his cane, closed the invisible barrier, and slowly descended from the sky.

He lowered his head and gazed at the spot where the throne had just melted and fallen.

What was once a ruin has now become a deep, empty hole, from which one can vaguely see the bottom.

It seemed like a huge pit, but the further down his gaze went, the more an invisible force seemed to extend upwards, dragging his eyes along.

Boris looked away.

He plunged his curved cane into the ground, and with a slight tremor, the ground on both sides of the pit seemed to be pushed inward by a powerful force, squeezing and finally 'burying' the pit.

Meanwhile, beams of light continued to shine across the sky, seemingly watching over the area from afar.

The old man raised his head and glanced in the direction of the Gray Stone Palace.

Finally, he sighed softly, shook his head, and looked away.

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Underworld
In the dim and deep space, surging purple light, like a tide, crashed against the red cut not far away, attempting to open another passage through the cut and pierce through the lost space.

At the moment of its violent impact, a gray radiance suddenly surged from the void, circling the red wound.

The red wound instantly erupted with an even more intense radiance, hindering the movement of the purple light.

call--

A violent shriek echoed from the depths of this dark world, causing the entire universe to tremble and flicker violently.

At that moment, the orange light that had been lurking nearby suddenly surged out, tearing a piece of the dark earth apart and falling into the depths of nothingness.

The purple light reacted instantly, chasing after the direction that had been torn apart, but all it encountered was a dim void.

After a brief pause, the purple light did not venture deeper into the void to pursue it. Instead, it glanced at the torn opening, then turned back to look at the crimson wound not far away.

The radiance shot up into the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, an upside-down mountain slowly emerged from the clouds.

The eyes on the high mountain, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened and swept across the deep, dark world below.

In the depths of this mysterious world, the wandering, illusory spirits suddenly paused.

Immediately afterwards, their illusory bodies seemed to be grasped by some invisible force, and they dissipated piece by piece.

As these illusory bodies dissipated, the gaping hole at the edge of the world, which had been torn apart, gradually closed up.

The entire dim world returned to silence once more, with only a distant, melodious song echoing through it.

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Dawn City

Christos stood atop the towering wall, raising his gaze to look out over the distant wilderness.

At the boundary between the sea and the land, a ray of light slowly rises from the horizon, illuminating the sky and the earth, as well as the desolate wasteland outside the city that has become a ruin.

"The fog has lifted," Christos said softly, looking up at the brilliant dawn.

"When the first mayor of Dawn City landed on the sea, the sunrise he saw must have looked just like today," the blonde woman said softly, standing behind him. She also looked up at the bright sunlight.

“But the war is not over yet.” Standing to one side, Sert lowered his head and looked down. Below the radiance, at the end of everyone’s line of sight, stood a dense array of tanks and mechs.

“The war,” Christos said, looking down at the densely packed armored forces below, “has only just begun.”

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at the dazzling skyscrapers and lights behind him. "Let's go. This is all our old friend can do to help us. From now on, we'll have to rely on ourselves."

The howling wind whipped his hair and his tattered clothes, making them flutter in the wind.